Disclaimer: I do not own Yugioh, nor do I claim rights to the affiliated characters.
Warnings/Notes: Roseshipping drabble for a series of kiss prompts on tumblr.
Three weeks, they said. He blinked his eyes open and tried to ignore the way the words drifted mockingly down the stream of alcohol. He felt them in every numb, awkward appendage of his body.
"Maximillion." The contents of his stomach rose to his throat, forcing him awake.
"Cecc…lia…" He murmured, closing his eyes and standing, unsupported, in the doorway of his private workroom.
Her lips met his, peeling away at the pungent dregs of wine, "Make love to me." She whispered, fingers fumbling with his tie first, then his suit jacket.
"Darling.." He slurred, staggering against her slender form despite himself. "Really, we musstn't…" She silenced him with hands that shook as they grasped either side of his face, pressing so desperately he thought she might leave her final fingerprints in the pigmentation of his cheeks.
"Please…" She whispered, kissing again. He wilted at the need in her voice and pulled her down on top of him, to the old painting stool that almost splintered beneath their weight.
Her eyes studied him accusingly, tears dulling the vibrant blue of her irises. He poured a glass of wine. "Drink." He instructed, pressing it sloppily to her lips, spilling crimson down the fine silk of her dress.
"Max!" She cried, shoving roughly against him, "I just want - " He tilted the liquid into her mouth, more successfully this time, and she sputtered as it went down.
"Drink." He said again, and she did, because she couldn't cry anymore.
When the bottle was gone she leaned against his chest, and he against the desk. "Do you still wa..nta make love?" He forced his spinning thoughts to be still.
She giggled softly and laid her head down against his shoulder.
He fell asleep praying she couldn't feel his tears on her skin.
Three weeks.